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[beeping]

I've got a radar contact.

Good.

Range?

Approximately 15 nautical miles to our north.

Anything on AIS, Charge?

Negative, sir, it's not transmitting

an identification signal.

Possible FFV, then.

These are well-known fishing grounds, right?

Dutchy, see if you can pick her up on the EOD.

On it, boss.

I got it.

It's a fishing vessel traveling southeast about nine knots.

X prepare a boarding party.

Sir.

Hands to boarding stations, hands to boarding stations,

hands to boarding stations.

This is the Australian navy, either stop or heave to,

we intend to board you.

Over.

She's cut her engines and is complying, ma'am.

Sir, we're the Australian navy, move to the back, please.

Down here.

XO: Who is the master of the vessel?

Move through, take a seat, please.

Who is the master of the vessel?

I am. What's the problem?

Sir, you are not transmitting an identification signal.

What is the nature of your business here?

SHIP MASTER: We're a recreational vessel.

Fishing charter. - Sir, come up please, sir.

The transponder's probably malfunctioned.

All right, check it out, 2 Dads.

I'm going to next see some paperwork, please, sir.

SHIP MASTER: Sure, no problems.

Just-- hey.

What are you--

Dutchy, go with the master.

Roger.

Ma'am?

The transponder was switched off.

I reckon they're suss.

Yeah, just cool it, just cool it.

[theme music]

[gunshot]

[gunfire]

[gunshots]

[explosion]

Jim Roth?

Yeah, he must be on some sort of a mission as

per our briefing with ASIO a few weeks back.

You think his cover was blown?

Captain Roth's cover was maintained,

sir, he would have told us if he thought it was blown.

Or maybe, I can't be certain.

OK.

RO, get on the Madeleine Cruise at ASIO.

Get on the sat phone, use a secure line,

put it through to my cabin.

Yes, sir.

Dutchy, I don't like this any more than you do.

But if captain Roth's cover's at risk

we can't just leave him there twisting in the breeze.

Madeline confirmed Jim Roth is on a mission.

Did she say what?

No, but I reckon it involves infiltration

of a potential terrorist cell.

Well, can we do anything?

She requests that we shadow the vessel as backup in case

he needs our urgent assistance.

He'll be all right.

X. I'm so sorry.

It was a split second and I didn't realize--

You thought that he was out there fishing?

In trouble with the X?

Yeah.

I stuffed up, Bird, it's all my fault

I'm sure that's not the case.

And even if it is, I'm sure you'll sort it out.

Thanks, chicken legs.

Your confidence is reassuring.

You're only doing about six knots now,

Swaino, slow ahead both engines.

Slowing both engines.

Just keep us under the horizon so they don't spot us.

Sun will be up in a few minutes.

We're just making headway, mate.

Scanning frequencies, but having

picked up a signal from them.

What do we think they're doing out there, anyway?

Making a rendezvous, who knows?

Got movement on the deck.

I see two men.

Come check this out, right?

RO: They're fighting.

I think one of them's Captain Roth.

Keep your eyes glued to the screen.

Yes.

[knocking]

DUTCHY: Sir?

[knocking]

Yes.

- Sir. - Yeah.

I'm sorry to wake you, but I think Captain

Roth might be in trouble.

Wake the X, meet me on the bridge.

Right away, sir.

I lost sight of them, but this is what I recorded.

Where's the X?

XO: I'm here.

We have to board that vessel.

I should consult Madeline Cruise.

No, but there is no time for that.

Now, yes, it's going to blow the operation,

but we can't risk Jim's life.

OK, pipe boarding stations.

Hands to boarding stations, hands to boarding stations.

Swain, full ahead both engines.

Let's close the gap. - Damage control state 3.

Condition Voyage.

X, it's already daylight, we're

visible to anyone on watch.

I want Kevlar vests, extra plates inserted.

Yes sir.

Once you board, watch your backs.

XO: Sir.

[WHISPERING] Hey.

OK, X vessel is secure.

All three hostiles are subdued.

Swain on the deck, at the rush.

RO, get down here.

Jim.

Jim.

Swain.

He's breathing, he's lost a lot of blood.

We need to transfer him back to Hammersley ASAP.

Hurry.

Get that RHIB in here.

Now.

Hey, Dutchy, below decks with me.

Stay left.

X. Check this out.

It's a stinger missile.

Serious stuff.

The wound's quite deep, sir.

I don't know how much blood he's lost.

All right, do what you can for him.

Let me know when he wakes up.

OK.

Bird, can you get me another one of these dressing kits, please?

[door closes]

Hey, Swain?

Is he going to be OK?

I won't know until he comes around.

Sorry.

X, let's let them do their job.

I'm going to brief NAVCOM, could you shape a course for home?

Aye, sir.

Ma'am.

I think it was a good outcome.

I'd say we stopped them smuggling

those weapons into the country.

Yeah, Dutchy.

You don't know that, and the only person that can tell us

is lying in there with his head bashed in.

- Ma'am? - Yeah.

Captain Roth has regained consciousness.

Thank God.

Dutchy, get the CO.

Roger that.

[coughing]

Jim, how are you feeling?

Oh, I've got a jackhammer in my head.

Jim.

Just going to get you some water.

Good to see you still with us.

I'm so sorry.

You could have killed me!

Take it is easy, take it easy.

Meers was on to me.

Meers.

Who's Meers?

We got him in custody.

The three men from a fishing vessel are down in Austere.

Three, no.

There were four including Meers.

We had a fight, and I knocked him overboard.

When he boarded the first time, Meers

was down below with a machine gun

waiting to take you all out.

What were you doing there?

Posing as an arms dealer.

I'd had samples.

Meers was the go between.

He was setting up a deal with a terrorist.

It's OK, we got all the weapons.

No, it's not OK.

Because I don't know what he's told them.

A lot of people could die because you

stuffed up my operation.

Jim.

If they don't buy from me, they buy from someone else.

So this Meers, he's still in the water somewhere?

We've got to locate him, Mike.

See if my cover's still intact.

All right, mate.

You got a serious concussion, you need to rest, OK?

X?

Identify a search area on MDS.

Right away, sir.

We witnessed the fight at about 05:00,

so he would have been in the water

approximately three hours. - OK, copy.

Sir?

NAVCOM sent through that photo of Meers that you requested.

Charge and Dutchy, standby to deploy both ribs as soon as we

reach the search coordinates.

On it, sir.

This is who we were after.

He could still be alive.

2 DADS: Mate, you're just lucky Captain Roth's not

firing on all cylinders, eh?

DUTCHY: Oh?

How do you figure that, 2 Dads?

2 DADS: Well, if he was, he would have kicked

your ass for blowing his cover.

DUTCHY: What would you know about it?

2 DADS: You kidding me?

The whole ship's talking about it, Dutchy.

DUTCHY: Yeah, well you want to stop listening to what

scuttlebutt and noodles have got to say

and get on with your job.

Something in the water.

Green 2-5.

Yep.

Body in the water!

Green 2-5.

Boss, we got a body in the water.

FLYNN: Roger that, Dutchy.

DUTCHY: Ready, let's bring him in.

Bring him in.

Sir, it's not Meers.

It's an Asian man with his throat cut.

[zip]

Looks like a fishermen from an FFV.

Maybe he picked up Meers and got killed for his trouble.

There's gratitude for you.

With your permission, Mike, I need to contact

Madeleine about this.

OK.

Scary dude.

[beeping]

Oh, sir, I've got a radar contact right

on the edge of our screen.

It might be the FFV.

And if it is, it's had several hours head start on us.

Time to intercept?

They're doing 8 to 10 knots, so I'd estimate just

under three hours.

Which means we might not be able to catch it

before it enters foreign territorial waters.

But we could still record it on EOD.

Meers will be heading into a foreign port.

Surely we can catch him before that.

We can get you close enough to it, but we can't board it.

Not without appropriate diplomatic clearance.

If you don't get me into that port, lives will be lost.

We're not part of the covert ops.

I'll see what we can do.

I've managed to wangle dip clear for you, Mike,

but just to visit the port, and nothing else.

Are we clear on that?

Perfectly, Maxine.

I'm not loving this situation either,

but given the circumstances, if we

can drop Captain Roth ashore, it may keep

Madeline Cruise off our backs.

I wouldn't count on it.

FLYNN [ON PHONE]: How so?

Mike, your orders are to sit tight there and await

the arrival of Ms. Cruise.

And you're cool with that?

WHITE [ON PHONE]: It comes as a direct request

from flight command.

She claims your boatswain's indiscretion cost her operation

valuable advantage.

So I keep being reminded.

OK, Maxine.

I'll do as directed.

Thanks.

Mike, when you get back, we need to talk.

We're talking now.

About personal matters.

You mean about whether we do a paternity test for Ryan.

Well, something we need to consider.

But can we do that face to face?

Taking a breather?

Yeah, head spinning a bit.

There's a lot to learn.

But you seem to be taking it in your stride.

Thanks.

Did you ever think you'd find yourself

here, training as an officer?

You know, when you were a kid.

The navy was always mum's thing, you know?

I never wanted to part of it.

But now?

Must be in the genes after all.

[interposing voices]

I'm going to wander around, have a look for that FFV.

Find Meers.

No, not on your own.

Jim!

You're not well enough.

Come with me.

You do know that it is highly illegal to board

an FFV in a foreign port?

As navy, yeah.

I can help.

We've got the EOD photo of the vessel.

Should be easy to find.

Oh, well.

That's just after it crossed over 12 nautical mile line.

XO: Could that be our boat in question?

Oi, give us a hand, will you?

You all right?

[grunting]

If Meers was aboard, he's long gone now.

He was here.

Huh?

That's where the fishermen got his throat cut.

There's no radio on board.

Which means he hasn't had the opportunity to contact anyone.

Can only contact through a password

protected message board on a fake website.

So Meers would be looking for internet access on shore, then.

Good luck in this one horse town.

[coughing]

Hey, Jim, you OK?

We need to get him back to the ship.

Why don't you take him, drop me back on shore,

and I'll keep looking for Meers.

How's your head?

Spinning.

All right.

Before and after a cuppa.

I've forgotten.

One or two sugars?

Kate McGregor, I'm hurt and appalled.

Well, I remember that you take milk.

Actually, you never took me up on that dinner.

Dinner?

Well, I thought that was an open invitation.

To a point.

A point?

So you got this big veranda, ocean view, sea breezes,

barbecues.

But it's no good in the rainy season.

It's nearly the rainy season.

Oh, that's terrible.

It leaks.

It's a mozzie magnet in the wet.

Oh.

So you're saying that we should have dinner soon.

Yeah.

If you want to avoid getting eaten by the mozzies.

I also do a mean chocolate mousse.

Now it's all coming back to me.

You're the big tough SAS guy with a weakness

for soft centers.

Don't you dare break my cover.

Yeah, I know.

Excuse me, sir.

Have you seen this man today?

Sorry, no.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Does this hotel have internet access?

No, sorry.

The government promised a roll out, but so far?

Very sorry, sir.

I have a sat phone.

Are you that desperate to speak with your girlfriend.

No, it's not that urgent.

Good.

Maybe this time you'll join me for a drink.

Vodka straight up, thanks.

I'll have a beer, thanks, mate.

So.

Guess I passed your little test.

What do you think you're doing flashing that photo around?

Are you completely schizo?

You're way out of your depth.

I made a mistake.

If you'd included me in the briefings in the first place,

then it never would have happened.

You're a proven liability.

I'm trying to salvage the operation.

The only way to salvage the operation

is to find Meers and make him talk.

That's exactly--

Just stay out of it.

[shower running]

[clunk]

[shower cuts off]

[clatter]

[choking]

[blows]

[grunts]

[choking]

[grunting]

[breaking glass]

[glass tinkles]

[grunts]

[shattering glass]

It's Meers.

Was.

We'll never get him talking now.

So what happened to the body?

The local police who attended the scene took the body away.

Now we have no idea whether or not Meers has been

in contact with the terrorists.

You've blown the entire mission.

Did you have to kill him?

I'm terribly sorry, I was thinking of her safety first

and foremost.

If only you hadn't been so heavy handed.

I saved your life, and your complaining.

FLYNN: Dutchy.

Far out

Clearly it was an assassination attempt.

We have to assume that Meers was aware of my ASIO identity.

So, what now?

I'm inclined to call the whole thing off.

Wait, wait.

Given the lack of internet access,

there's a chance that my cover is still intact.

I'm willing to take that risk.

Can you contact the terrorists directly?

Website they use is password protected.

We don't have access.

What we need is a new go-between.

If we don't act fast they start

looking for a new supplier.

I'll think about it overnight.

Where are you going?

To my hotel.

Well, do you think that's wise, given the circumstances?

I can make a cabin available to you aboard the ship.

Thank you, but I have my things at the hotel.

Then you'll have an escort.

Dutchy.

Please, commander.

Don't patronize me.

I'm more than capable of taking care of myself.

I am armed.

And dangerous.

Dutchy, you keep an eye on her.

Discreetly, if possible.

CHARGE: Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

Everyone's thirsty.

Hey.

Howdy, cowboy.

Come and join us.

Riding the range alone, are you, mate?

Let's call it escort duty.

I thought spooks could take care of themselves.

Wasn't my idea.

Robert.

It's your round.

Really?

Yes.

What do you want, Dutchy?

I'll have a beer thanks, mate.

So what are you boys doing here?

Mate, it's the only decent pub in town.

Dutchy, you OK?

Yeah, I'm all right.

I don't suppose Her Spookness was all that impressed

with you killing Meers?

Correct.

You can't put a foot right with that woman.

Even after you save her life, still in her bad books.

Match made in heaven.

That yours?

There's a study out that's found relationships built

on antipathy are far more sustaining

than those built on affection.

What?

You are so weird, RO.

Well, it's true.

Contempt could really be signaling deep passion.

Or it could just be signaling contempt.

[knocking]

[knocking continues]

Apology accepted.

You are the most aggravating person I've ever known.

Preferable to indifference, I guess.

You constantly provoke me.

I want to know what it is I've done to earn your contempt.

Whoa.

I was right about you from the start.

You're a security risk and a womanizer.

I have reformed.

I doubt that.

I suspect the reason you knew Meers was in my room

is that you were stalking me yourself.

I wasn't stalking you, honey.

Lighten up, Dutchy.

We're off duty in a foreign port, I don't want to argue.

How's that for a ceasefire.

Never had a chick pull a gun on me before.

Does it turn you on?

Convince me.

[beeping]

Ignore that IM.

I know why Meers was after you.

He wanted to use your sat phone.

He was trying to contact the terrorists.

And they're online now.

Meers used a password to access the message board,

but he'd been interrupted by Madeline coming into the room

before he could leave a message.

Tarak's left the message, where are you.

FLYNN: Who's Tarak?

He's the leader of a small terrorist cell

we were targeting.

Desperate to buy arms.

Are you absolutely sure that Meers hasn't responded?

Well, conversation is still open.

So should be able to see any posts that he's made,

probably in a different color.

Well, there's your opportunity.

You send a message to Tarak as Meers explaining how you were

boarded by navy, but things are now back

on track with the arms deal.

Could work.

Go for it, RO.

Madeleine, do you have photos of this Tarak?

Yes.

[beep]

RO: That was quick.

OK, a representative will meet the dealer

at these coordinates.

Right, that's within Australian waters, sir.

Do you think he's taking the bait?

Yeah, I think we're back on track.

I'm going to need a vessel.

I have a steaming party heading

for Darwin with the boat we impounded yesterday.

I can recall it.

That would be perfect.

I'd also suggest using our boarding party as the crew.

Obviously you have a talent for undercover ops.

If you ever think about leaving the navy.

Well, I'm not at the moment, but thanks for the offer.

XO: Jim, I don't want to interfere.

You can't continue with this operation.

You have a serious concussion.

JIM: I had.

It's all fine.

The headaches are all gone.

What about the nausea, the vomiting.

I'm fine.

No.

I know you.

You know, you are addicted to the rush

of all of this, aren't you?

That's what you like about me.

XO: You're putting yourself in danger.

You could be walking into a trap.

You have no idea what is going on,

and you're just going to be doing it--

you're not listening to anybody.

Stop stop.

Otherwise I'm going to have to assume

you still have feelings for me.

Hey.

Hey.

Can I fix you a brew?

No, thanks.

I just--

Is everything OK?

Kate, I can't help feeling the reason

you ended our relationship is because Jim

Roth is back in your life.

And so you ambush me in the galley to ask me that?

I've seen how concerned you are with his well-being.

Yeah, well, I don't want to discuss it,

and I don't think it's something that we

should be talking about here.

I just want to know.

It has nothing to do with Jim Roth.

Then what?

I can't talk about it.

Kate.

XO.

Yes, sir.

You're absolutely right.

It won't happen again.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, there, captain.

That's no way to board a rib.

Charge, stand down.

I'm postponing this evolution.

Aye, ma'am.

Come on, come with me.

I got you.

It's obvious that he still has concussion.

He says he's fine to be operational.

That may be, but my point is if--

if something untoward were to happen to him,

he may not be physically capable of defending himself.

I think the XO's right, Madeline.

Why not just reschedule the meeting when Captain

Roth is fully recovered.

Excuse me, sir.

Sorry, I just got a message from Tarak

that indicates that he will personally

be at the rendezvous.

That only gives us three hours.

We must make this meeting.

It may be our only opportunity to capture Tarak.

I'll do it, sir.

I can go in place of Captain Roth.

Tarak doesn't know what Jim looks like.

Could work.

Despite your experience in the Gulf,

you're hardly trying to covert ops.

Just hear me out, sir.

I've got Charge, Swain and 2 Dads posing as my crew.

As soon as we raft up and transfer the weapons,

Hammersley can steam in.

All right.

Weighing the risks against the reward,

I think it's worth a crack.

However, my ship, my responsibility.

I'll be calling the shots on this one, agreed?

I just want Tarak in custody.

One more condition.

2 Dads.

Sir?

Dutchy needs to be able to communicate

with Hammersley without the obvious handheld radio.

Um.

I could trick up Ms. Cruise's sat phone

as a listening device.

Can wire it so the transmitter is always on,

not just during a phone call.

Yeah.

That would give us the range we require,

in a fairly innocuous package.

Hammersley, this is Charge.

FLYNN [ON RADIO]: Go ahead, Charge.

We'll be at our rendezvous point in just under two hours.

We'll maintain radio silence from here on.

FLYNN [ON RADIO]: Very good.

We'll sit below the horizon until I've

received your signal.

Hammersley out.

All right, this is it.

We're right on the coordinates now.

I've got a cruiser about a mile off our starboard quarter.

That's gotta be them.

Vessel off my starboard quarter, this is the fishing vessel

Lynda B. We have the samples.

Request permission to raft up and effect transfer.

Over.

MAN [ON RADIO]: That's a negative, Lynda

B. You may approach within 200 meters,

then you alone will come across to my vessel

to discuss the deal.

That's something I didn't anticipate.

I don't want Dutchy going in alone.

We have so tender, over.

MAN [ON RADIO]: I will send a Zodiac for you.

Out.

Dutchy, Dutchy, you can't go over there alone.

I can convince him to raft up.

I know what the CO would say, Dutchy.

Forget it. - That's right.

Boss, I committed to making this right,

but if we let Tarak get away now,

he can source the arms from elsewhere,

and hundreds of people will die.

He's right, commander.

This may be our one chance of taking

Tarak out of circulation.

OK.

Sir, I've managed to hack my way further

into the terrorist's website, and I've

found a photographic database of known counter terrorism agents.

Is Madeline on it?

No, no, she's not.

I think you should have a look at this, sir.

It's Dutchy.

What?

Why would he be of interest?

He's come up on their radar because

of the nightclub bombing.

[phone ringing]

This is Charge?

Charge, do not let Dutchy board

that vessel, do you hear me?

Do not let him board.

It's too late.

[suspenseful music]

It's a phone.

We may talk in here.

Please, take a seat.

Where's Meers?

We were boarded by navy yesterday.

The were satisfied his paperwork,

so there wasn't a problem.

But he thought it was safer that would transfer the weapons

to another vessel and split up.

He's doing well.

OK.

What have you managed to source for us?

I can get you as many AK-47s as you need.

RPGs shouldn't be a problem, either.

I brought a few samples.

I also-- I also have a big ticket

item that might interest you.

Yeah?

Stinger missile.

TARAK: Excellent.

You have all this on your boat?

Sure do.

You take immediate delivery?

Signal his men to approach with the merchandise.

You're doing well, mate.

Just play it cool.

Stand by both ribs to move move in on my command.

Good?

You recording this?

What is your price?

$1.3 million for all.

When you see the quality of the merchandise,

you'll see that's fair and reasonable.

That's a nice touch, fair and reasonable with terrorists.

RO.

[beeping]

You have a deal.

Please, excuse me for a moment.

[gunshots]

X?

XO: Sir, they're shooting.

Away sea boats, away sea boats.

FLYNN: Ahead both engines.

Full ahead both engines.

We're moving in.

[gunshots]

Put your weapon down.

Put your weapon down.

Drop your weapon, put it on the ground.

Drop your weapon, put it on the ground.

Put it down.

[blow]

Clear.

Lock them up in Austere, Swain.

And post a guard detail.

Well done, guys.

Hey.

Nice work, Bosun.

Couldn't have done better myself.

I think it's fair to say you've proven your suitability

for undercover ops.

RO, you coming down?

The boss has announced a steel deck barbecue.

I think that you should have a look at this.

It's Madeline's computer.

What is it?

There's an ASIO alert identifying personnel

as counter-terrorists.

What does that mean?

Well, ASIO clearly has access to the terrorist hit list.

ASIO knew you were compromised.

So that's how my cover was blown.

I was on their radar.

The interesting thing about this

is, ASIO issued this alert yesterday.

Madeline must have seen it.

So Madeline knew, and she let me walk into a possible trap.

Arrange for a car to take you up to base hospital.

Swain will accompany you. Swain.

Good.

Ta.

Commander, thanks again for saving our operation.

Always happy to work collaboratively.

It was a good outcome.

Swain, you need to get home to your family,

I'll take Jim to the hospital.

All right, ma'am. Appreciate that.

Good luck.

You know, Kate, why don't we just bypass the hospital,

head straight for dinner?

Oh, you are incorrigible.

I'll take that as a yes.

No.

We are going to the hospital.

That's your best offer?

Then we'll see about dinner.

We stand to extract some valuable intel

from Tarak, thanks to you.

I also appreciate the fact that at the end of operation,

I get to enjoy some downtime.

What are you doing?

Let me go!

Am I just your idea of collateral damage?

What?

You knew.

You knew I was on that terrorist hit list,

and yet you sent me out there to risk being killed.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Aren't you the woman that knows everything?

The ASIO update on your computer.

I didn't read it.

I was consumed by matters at hand.

Oh, so that was just recklessness, negligence?

Or were you just trying to get me killed?

I opened it last night, was about to scan through it,

when you knocked at my door.

As you know, I haven't touched the thing since.

Madeleine had nothing but praise for your team.

Deservedly so.

So I've been thinking.

You don't want me to get a paternity test.

Not because of Stuart.

I'm thinking about Ryan.

He's only just started talking to his father again.

He's happy, Mike.

I think we should let the past stay in the past at this stage.

That's fine by me.

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